The Club

Pat’s Bar, Last Call, An hour or so later

Vik had just hollered out to all the men, “Last call!”

“Another?” Dave asked Erik.

Erik looked back with hazy eyes and a sloppy grin and said, “No thank you, Mr. Schuster. I must be getting back home.”

And before Dave could say anything else, there was a hand on Erik's back. He shifted in his seat to see who it was and found Johnny Lund. Or “Lundy” as the boys all called him, standing close behind him. He was casually dressed, so not on duty.

Johnny’s eyes sparkled at Erik as he looked over the situation of these two inebriated men. He grinned broadly and said, “How ‘bout a ride home there, Erik?”

Erik reached back and held the hand on his shoulder while he turned to look up at Johnny, “Why sure, my man, you may drive me home.” Then he let out an uncharacteristic giggle.

Johnny laughed heartily at Erik. This confirmed what he suspected, that Erik would not be able to get home by himself. He looked over at Dave, who seemed in much better shape, but asked anyway, “Mr. Schuster? How are you doing? Do you need a ride as well?”

“None for me, thank you, Johnny. My chariot will be arriving shortly.” Johnny laughed at Dave’s remark. “My son will be along momentarily to collect me.”

“Alrighty then. It’s you and me, Erik. Are you ready to go?” Johnny asked.

“You betcha!” replied Erik as he slowly climbed down off the stool. He turned to Dave and in a very uppity voice said, “Thank you kind sir for keeping me company this fine evening. It was a pleasure.”

Dave stood and bowed slightly, “The pleasure was all mine, sir!”

Johnny laughed all over again at the antics of these two. Little did he know what pleasures were shared. He placed his arm around Erik’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, at least that's how he wanted it to look. He knew Erik needed a bit of support to get out of the bar without falling all over things. Both Johnny and Erik waved at the men sitting at the bar as the men hollered out their names and called “Good night!”

Johnny’s car was waiting by the curb right by the front door. “You come here just to get me?” Erik asked with genuine surprise.

Johnny shook his head as he helped Erik into the front seat. “Reilly sent me.” Reilly was Erik’s long-time buddy. He also happened to be the County Sheriff. There were many a night that Reilly himself stopped by the bar to check on Erik and drive him home.

Erik made some kind of disgruntled noise and said something Johnny didn’t understand. “You knew he would, Erik, didn’t you?”

More grumbling.

They were at Erik's house in no time. This was Johnny’s first time there. He drove down the driveway and around to the back of the house as Erik instructed him. Erik opened the car door and tried to get out on his own before he felt Johnny’s muscled arms grab a hold of him and help him up and out.

Erik didn’t really know Johnny very well, just enough to say hello. He was more a friend of his buddy Reilly. But in his drunken state, he did appreciate Johnny’s strength and the muscles surrounding him as he basically carried him up the steps and onto the back porch.

“Now, are you going to be all right, Erik?” Johnny asked quietly.

“Oh, I’ll be just fine, Johnny, just fine.” Erik smiled and stood as straight as he could manage. When Johnny stepped away and Erik turned to go in the house, he tripped over the threshold. Johnny reached out and grabbed a hold of him again and said, “I’m sure you will be once I get you all squared away. Here, grab my arm.”

Erik started to say he didn’t need help, but when those arms surrounded him again, he melted into them. Johnny scooped him up off the floor and carried him into the kitchen. He figured that would be the quickest, easiest way to get Erik in there.

“Which way?” he asked once they crossed the threshold.

“Bedrooms are upstairs, but I can stay on the sofa over there, behind that door,” Erik replied weakly.

“Upstairs you say? Ok, then, here we go.” Johnny shifted slightly getting a better grasp on Erik's body and walked down the hallway and up the stairs. The room to the right at the top of the stairs looked “lived in” so he decided this was it.

“How'd you know this was the one?” Erik asked.

Johnny chuckled, “good guesser.”

He set Erik on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt on the floor in front of him and untied and removed his shoes, then socks.

Erik started talking. “I had great fun tonight. Did you have any fun, Johnny?”

Johnny replied, “I bet you did and no, I was home all evening.” Not wanting to give a false impression of his home life, he added quickly, “Uh, not that that wasn’t fun, but I wasn’t at the bar having fun like you were.”

“Aw, that's too bad. I don't know you too well but it would be fun to have a few together.” Erik’s voice trailed off. “You know, sometime... it would be fun.”

“Yeah that'd be keen,” Johnny responding enthusiastically. He didn’t know what that comment was all about but he figured best keep the guy happy. He didn’t want to get into an argument with a drunk guy he barely knew, especially when he was trying to hurriedly get him into bed so he could get home himself.

Johnny got up off the floor and stood tall. He looked down at Erik trying to sit there on the bed. When he did, Erik lifted his head and stared back up at Johnny. Then a broad smile slowly spread across his face.

“You and Reilly ever hang out? You know, have a few beers or something?” asked Erik.

“We have, yes,” Johnny admitted cautiously.

“You know Reilly and I are good friends, right?” Again, Erik gave off that little giggle. “Well of course you do.”

“Yes. He’s told me about your friendship.” Johnny wondered, ‘Where’s he going with this?’

“Oh yeah? He told you about us, being friends and all?” Erik was waking up a little bit, out of his stupor. He leaned back supporting himself with his arms stretched out behind him.

Johnny said, more softly, “Uh-huh.” He put his hands on his hips and continued to gaze down at Erik. “He's told me.”

Erik shifted slightly, then sat up as straight as he could. He noticed that Johnny hadn’t moved, but merely stood in front of him, quite still. It wasn’t until now that Erik realized how much Johnny towered over him. He could feel his face reddened a bit. He lowered his head and smiled shyly. Johnny looked down, without any expression, and watched him.

Erik looked up again, staring up into Johnny’s eyes. Their gazes glued to one another’s. With care, he reached up and gently cupped Johnny’s crotch. His hand surrounded the mound between his legs. Slowly, softly, he increased the pressure, calculating the size of what was in that package. Johnny’s manhood stiffened and grew thicker, growing more than what could fit in Erik’s hand. It felt good, real good. And surprisingly hard. He shifted his hand, moving around a bit, curious to examine all that was in there. ‘Johnny feels nice,’ he said to himself. ‘ I think he’s liking this too.’

Still staring up into Johnny’s eyes, Erik leaned forward and, with both hands, unlatched his belt. Next, his pants button. Then slowly, he slid down the zipper. Swiftly, those pants dropped to his ankles with a thud. Reaching around Johnny, he ran his hands over those brief-covered mounds of muscle, squeezing to those hard butt cheeks, and savoring the heat radiating off Johnny’s body.

Erik leaned in, ever closer to the bulging mound in Johnny’s white briefs. Putting his nose up close, he took in the clean scent of Johnny’s underwear, the smell of fresh soap, and the slight musk from his aroused sex.

Johnny watched all this, still tall with his hands on his hips, his breath catching every time Erik touched him, in a way no man had ever touched him before. He was fully erect, though still covered by the thin cotton of his briefs. It was becoming more painful, being held back like that, as his arousal continued to strengthen.

Erik opened his mouth against Johnny’s covered organ and exhaled deeply on it, giving Johnny a shock of unexpected heat. His cock pulsed against Erik's mouth, once, then two more times as Erik ran his mouth over its length. At the tip, there was a small and growing moist spot. Erik licked it with his tongue. Johnny flinched. And then again, lick. Another flinch. Then Johnny groaned a soft low sigh signaling the buzz he felt.

With one quick swipe, Erik carefully, expertly, flicked those briefs over Johnny’s cock and down his legs to meet his pants at his ankles. He let his hands feel the muscled legs, thighs, and calves, as he did so, arousing himself in the process. When he lifted his head once more, Johnny’s long slender cock stared back into his face and throbbed right in front of his mouth.

Without further hesitation, Erik wet his lips, and lowered his lips all the way down Johnny’s length, taking in all of him, in one swoop, right down till he could feel his belly with his nose. Eyes closed, Erik savored the taste of him, and, with his tongue, explored the texture of the bone-hard, veiny prick in his mouth. As he slid back up to the crown, he opened his eyes and saw that Johnny’s body was completely shaved, no pubic hair. A first for Erik.

He smiled as he released him slowly, and asked, “Was that OK?” Johnny didn't say anything. He just stood there with his hard dick pulsing in Erik's face.

Since Erik said nothing else and didn’t move, Johnny shifted his hips poking Erik’s mouth with the moist tip of his cock. Erik sat there, genuinely enjoying this, letting Johnny show him what he wanted.

Johnny, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure what to do. This was new. His first. ‘Why did he stop?’ Johnny wondered, ‘Why won’t he do more?’

Since Erik didn't seem to mind what he was doing, Johnny continued to thrust his dick toward his face, getting a bit frustrated at Erik’s closed mouth. After a few more pokes, Erik turned his head slightly so Johnny's erection slide along one side, then the other side of his face. Johnny getting more annoyed by all this, grabbed a hold of himself, and began to slap Erik's cheeks with it. After a few slaps, he let its length lay against Erik’s face, along the side of his nose. He rubbed it up and down, leaving behind a trail of his seed-juice.

Johnny couldn't believe how aroused he got by doing this. He was more excited than he’d ever been. Here was someone teasing him, so unexpectedly. But man oh man, did he respond to this guy’s playfulness. His body temperature rose significantly and the sweat began to pour off him. Dotty, his wife, barely let him “make love” to her, never mind want to play around like this.

Looking down at his erection across Erik's face, almost poking him in the eye, Johnny grabbed its base again and slowly slid it down till it rested on Erik's mouth. He swirled it around those warm moist lips, rubbing the leakage across them. He wanted so badly to be back inside there, where it was moist and hot. Impatiently, he started to shove his cock against them. Erik let him, making approving hums, but still didn’t open his mouth.

Finally, Johnny begged, “Open up, Erik, please. Take it.” More pushing. “Suck it. Please!”

Erik looked into his eyes and grinned, “Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.” And he engulfed Johnny to the hilt one more time. As Erik worked him over, Johnny’s moans grew deeper and louder, amplifying in intensity. He started to let go of whatever control he might have had.

Erik's attentions grew even more fevered, much to Johnny’s surprise. Having never had this happen to him before, Johnny didn’t even know he could feel this way. Even when he stroked himself off, it was never this good. But now, he didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to stand there and savor every moment of what Erik was doing to him.

Erik started pulling out all the stops. Knowing this was a first for Johnny, his worship was boundless. The drunken state he was in, helped him release his own inhibitions as well, as he continued to suck, and slurp, and love every minute of pleasuring this man’s cock.

With a shout and a long groan, Johnny emptied his balls of all the pent up seed he’d been holding back for days. Erik swallowed as fast as he could, not wanting to miss a drop of the sweet tang of Johnny’s semen. His member slowly softened in Erik’s mouth. Though Johnny seemed totally drained now, Erik didn’t stop his oral ministrations, enjoying his own pleasures from giving service. Even when Johnny was completely limp, he relished the feel and the quivering shakes of Johnny’s body, along with his pleas, “Stop. Stop. Oh shit, Erik. Please stop. Oh god. Oh fuck. Stop. Ah. Oh. Erik, please.”

And with that last plea, Erik released him, letting that soft penis slide out through his lips. He leaned back, took a big swallow, then smacked his lips. He reached up to hold Johnny’s whole package and kissed it, all over and under while he running his hands up and down Johnny’s quivering legs.

Johnny's knees buckled. He almost fell over Erik and onto the bed. Erik chuckled and grabbed him, holding his body against his. Johnny lowered his hands and held Erik's head. The two men stayed like that for several minutes, silently looking into each other’s faces.

Finally, Erik pushed Johnny off him and stood. No longer wobbly from the booze, Erik was drunk on Johnny. In two or three swift moves, Erik pulled off all his clothes and stood naked. Easy for him, since he rarely wore underwear. He grinned looking up at Johnny’s astonished face, happy that that look was because of him.

Johnny stepped back and leaned against the wall. For the first time, he took in all of Erik's body, muscle, hair, semi-erect cock. This long slow perusal surprised him, as he had never thought of appreciating another man’s nakedness before, never mind one in this state. Locker room nudity aside, this kind of nakedness, and the awe of another man, was new. Everything he felt tonight was new. The fact that it even happened was a huge surprise, that Erik would do this to him. But the biggest shock was how much he enjoyed it. In fact, it was better than any sex he’d ever experienced.

Erik’s voice woke him from his stupor. “You can stay if you want, but I think Dotty might be wondering where her hubby is, doncha think? Going home is easier than answering all those questions, eh?”

Johnny didn’t answer. He stepped close to Erik, reaching for him. Erik stepped into those offered arms and was held in Johnny’s tight embrace. Johnny didn’t really know what he was expected to do now. All he knew was, after an experience like that, he had to touch Erik, to hold him close for just a little while.

When both their bodies started to react to that embrace, Johnny pulled away and said, “Ok then.” He reached down and pulled up his briefs and pants, tucked in his shirt, and buckled himself up. Erik watched, memorizing Johnny’s every movement. When he was fully dressed, Johnny grabbed Erik by the shoulders, and kissed him, on the lips. It lasted a moment longer than necessary. Then Johnny turned and hurried down the stairs.